Rhabbi's Third Assignment

Leashing: Your Evening as My pet. A Fantasy



I find it hard to believe how nervous I am as I greet you at the door, and I wonder that you do not notice. I see the fear in your eyes, and the faith that you have in me, and I am touched. I immediately enter Master space and take your hand as I lead you in.

We sit and talk for a bit, nothing about what is to happen, just trivialities so that you can relax. When I see that you are ready, I lead you to the bedroom so that you can prepare. I can see the excitement and anticipation as we walk down the hall. As you see the collar and leash, you smile in appreciation. I pick them up and hold them so that you can see them better, and then leave you alone to prepare yourself. I carried them out, and I could see your confusion, but I just shook my head. I close the door, but not completely, because we had established the rules before this had begun, let me list them here again as a reminder.

Pet would not use any words once the play began.

Pet would not use hands in any way that would not be appropriate for a cat, and would act as much like a cat as possible. (This was in reference to the card that slave had received from Master, and was much appreciated by Master.)

Pet would ear no makeup.

Pet would not be allowed on the furniture.

Pet would choose the way she would present herself to Master.

Pet would understand that she could terminate play at any time by speaking.

While you were getting ready, I quickly prepared a special place fro you. I had placed a large pet bed that I had hidden in my closet nest to my chair. Next to it, I place a bowl with your name on it, filled with water, and a dish with some treats for you: some chocolates, a few pieces of turkey spam, and an apple that I had diced for you. (Yes, I know that cats are not supposed to eat chocolate, but you are My kitten, and I get to feed you whatever I want.) I then placed the leash and collar on the arm of my chair and sat down to wait for you.

It took you longer than I expected, but I was patient as it was possible to be. I was desperately tempted to peek, so much so that it was almost impossible to sit and wait for you. You came crawling out of the bedroom, and my breath caught in my throat. You wore a leotard that had only straps to hold it up and it hugged every curve of your body. I appreciated that you had not worn makeup of any kind. The skirt was just long enough to leave me wondering if there were snaps between your legs or not, and the tail that you had coming from beneath the skirt was a wonderful touch. I only wish you had omitted the legwarmers but could understand your desire to avoid rug burn. I admired the way your hair hung loosely about your shoulders and neck, swaying as you crawled toward me. The ears were the crowning touch.

I saw your blush of pleasure as you saw my appreciation, and wanted to leap to my feet. You were a vision of loveliness and raw sex that left me wanting to devour you, but I refrained. I sat and watched you crawl about the apartment, exploring the space as a cat would. I called to you and you looked toward me. I reached down to the plate, took a chocolate, and held it out to you. You came to me and sniffed at the chocolate, took if from my hand, and ate it daintily. As you ate from my hand, I was able to see that you had decided to omit underwear.

“Good kitty.”

I scratched you behind the ears and watched you close your eyes in appreciation. I then reached for the collar and gathered your hair away from you neck. As I placed the collar around your neck, I felt a rushing in my groin, but that time would come later, if at all.

You batted at the collar with your paw, but soon were used to it and settled down. I then clipped on the leash and brought it up so that there was only enough play for you to stay by my side. I led you into the kitchen you resisted, but quickly realized that you had little choice. I quietly led you around the apartment, the kitchen, the bedroom, the living room, and finally the bathroom, where I showed you the litter box. You looked at with trepidation, but said nothing. I reached down and ran my hand from your neck down your back a few times and your eyes closed in pleasure and you began to purr.

I then led you back to the living room and guided you to your bed; I kept the leash in my hand and settled down to watch a movie. I wasn’t really paying attention to the movie though. You moved about on the bed, nuzzling at the blanket to get comfortable, and began to eat from the dish. I saw you glancing up at me, wondering if I was watching, and I hope that you never caught me.

You looked at the bowl and I wondered what was going through your mind. You moved towards it sniffed daintily, and prettily, and began to lap at it. You must have been thirstier than I thought because you actually drank a good bit of it. You then settled down so that you could watch me.

I soon gave up the pretense of not paying attention to you and I could see the triumph in your eyes. I reached down to pet you and you nuzzled my hand and purred triumphantly. I found that I was regretting one of the rules so I decided to rescind it.

Reaching down I unclasped your leash and stood. I saw the confusion in your eyes as I got up and moved to the couch. I sat at one end of the couch and turned to look at you.

“Here kitty,” I said patting the couch next to me.

You hesitantly moved toward me and sniffed at the couch. I reached down and gently pulled you up next to me. You crawled up and lay with your head in my lap. I smiled contentedly and began to pet you.

The petting soon turned into caresses as I ran my hand along your side, back, neck, and hip. You purred loudly and had a smile on your lips. I wondered were you the Cheshire cat, or the cat that swallowed the canary.

You began kneading your paws into my thighs, and my thoughts quickly returned to sex. I wondered if you knew what you were doing, or just getting into the role. I could not tell, as you seemed to have no interest in the growing evidence of my desire.

I began petting you, but soon allowed my hand to explore the delicious curves of your body in a possessive caress. You began to purr loudly and settled down quite nicely.

You rolled onto your back and I glanced down at you, your position was one of perfect submission. You had your arms tucked in by your sides with your hands almost under your chin, allowing me to access anything I pleased. I continued to caress you, and when the temptation to take your breast into my hand grew to be almost unbearable I reached down and picked up a piece of rope that I had placed in your toy box. Your eyes closed and I could see the surprise as I let the rope pass gently across your face. You looked up and quickly batted at the rope, bringing a smile to my lips. I wondered about the triumph I see in your eyes as you do so.

I grew bored with the rope and tossed it aside to get another toy. My surprise came when you chased it to the floor and pounced on it. Wondering at what you were thinking I watched you grip the rope and curl around it in a delightful imitation of a kitten playing with her favorite toy.

I get onto the floor with you and see you watching me. I grab an end of the rope and try to play with you some more, but you seem to have other ideas in mind. You allow me to pull the rope from you as you crouch, ready to pounce, but you do not react to me moving it back and forth in front of you. "Just like a cat," I think to my self as I stand.

Then you pounce on me, wrapping your arms around my leg. Although I am not expecting it, I am able to maintain my balance.

I look down at you and you look back, is that disappointment I see in your eyes. I reach down to scratch your ears and you again pounce. This time I allow myself to fall off balance and roll around the floor with you. You bite me here and there, and gently push me away with your feet, trying to emulate the disembowelment play of a cat's rear legs.

I quickly tire of this and use my weight and strength to roll you onto your back. I use my weight to pin you to the floor and hold you hands to your chest. At first, you struggle but as soon as you see that I am serious, you stop and look into my eyes.

We remain looking into each other’s eyes and I can see you wondering what I am thinking. You are still a bit tense as you wonder what I want, but soon I can feel you relax.

"Kiss your kitten, Master."

These words tell me all I need to know. I release your hands and take your lips with mine. I savor the experience of our first kiss, gently licking your lips and then taking them between my teeth. My mouth moves down your neck and I grab your leotard near the strap and tear down, exposing your breast to my eyes.

I gently take it in my hand as I bend down to take it in my mouth. I suck your nipple gently and enjoy the way you arch your back to allow me better access.

Your hands reach up to grip my hair and then I know what it is I have to do. I pull your hands away and see the confusion as you look at me. I move back to the couch, sit, and watch as you wonder what is wrong. I smile at you and let you wonder for a moment.

"Get up."

You look at me and immediately stand to your feet, and I see you wondering what I am going to do know. Am I going to make you leave? Am I going to punish you for going pass what we had discussed? You reach down without thought to straighten your leotard and tuck your breast back.

"Strip."

I see the relief in your eyes as I give the command; finally, this is something that you can understand. Without hesitation, you pull the remaining strap down and quickly bunch the leotard at your feet. As you reached for the legwarmers, I grabbed your hand and pulled you roughly into my lap.

You sat there looking down at the floor and I pulled your face around so that you could see my eyes. I wanted you to know that the connection between us went beyond the mere physical desire I had for you. I saw you relax and allowed my hands to explore your body and my mouth to explore yours. When my hand dropped to your mons I could feel the heat coming from you, and knew that you were so close to coming that you must be feeling frustrated.

I reached down for the leash, clipped it to your collar, and was surprised when you quickly dropped to the floor again. I stood to take you into the bedroom and wondered if you might need to stop in the bathroom. As I lead you in that direction, I saw you looking at the litter box and then up to me. I knew what I wanted you to do, but decided that I would let you decide, at least for now.

Smiling as you positioned yourself over the box, I wet a cloth in the sink to wipe you off afterwards.

After I wiped you down you started to drop back you your hands and knees to crawl after me, but I had another idea. I pull up on the leash so that you remain in the squat. I drop the cloth and quickly insert two fingers inside you. You gasp but say nothing, and I quickly probe for your G-spot, and when I find it allow my thumb to close on your clit. I roughly brought you to the orgasm that you had been teasing me with all night, and when you come, I held you in position as you shuddered, using only the leash and my hand inside of you.

Thanks Rhabbi,

I will come back soon and give this a through review, but I just wanted you to know I have seen it and that I thought you did a good job. I could so feel the emotions and affection in your piece.

Aussiegirl

Aussiegirl had sent me a PM to take a particular look at this story. She told me that she sees huge potential in what you write. Of course, I can't refuse her and, though I didn't really have the time, I just had to come and check out this story.

I will start by stating that I agree with Aussie; you do have potential. In fact, your writings are probably better than mine were when I first tried this irritating art form. I do see some things hindering that make the reading a bit annoying. (Keep in mind that I don't know exactly what the assignment was)

The first paragraph set the tone for this story. There were some technical gaffes that were a bit of an annoyance - though they weren't the sort that would make you frown. What really set the tone was the voice. It is a voice that rarely works, over all. I find it particularly annoying, generally. Still, I can live with it.

My first complaint, besides the voice is this sentence: "I immediately enter Master space and take your hand as I lead you in. "

First off, a lot of readers wouldn't know what "Master Space" is. More would think of it as pure bullshit. I, being experienced in what youa re talking about, find it to be ridiculous to just switch over to this realm of awareness - especially considering the supposed nervousness you are feeling. Literally, it made me laugh out loud.

The real problem with this story was that you made this first person in the present tense - which made this tale a bit wistful - and then did a big time switcheroo on perspectives part way through.

First sentence: I find it hard to believe how nervous I am as I greet you at the door, and I wonder that you do not notice.

From the Second Paragraph:I carried them out, and I could see your confusion, but I just shook my head. I close the door, but not completely, because we had established the rules before this had begun, let me list them here again as a reminder

After the list: While you were getting ready, I quickly prepared a special place fro you.

Further down: Then you pounce on me, wrapping your arms around my leg. Although I am not expecting it, I am able to maintain my balance.

I look down at you and you look back, is that disappointment I see in your eyes. I reach down to scratch your ears and you again pounce.

Okay - I am not going to beat this to death. I think you get the point. You changed persepectives several times. That will kill a story and the mood.

Here is the effect that I witnessed during the reading: The first person current, you brought a sort of wistfull sense to the story. I am not partial to the current tense, but it was wistful and almost dreamlike. It was working if you wanted that feel to it.

The past tense brought more life to it. It made it pop more and seem more realistic. It made your story more light and I felt more in tune with what was going on.

The switcheroo annoyed me and would probably annoy any reader. You have to stick with the current or past tense - unless the story actually calls for it - otherwise it will kill any flow or mood you want to convey.

I hope I wasn't too much of a prick here. I will answer any questions you have. Also, if I was too much of a prick, blame Aussiegirl. She told me to come here and be mean!

Now a quick post script bitch:

I carried them out, and I could see your confusion, but I just shook my head.

This needs to be adjusted. Remember to say it short and don't throw in extra words. You also don't need the comma next to the conjuction "and" in this case. I thought of offering something here, but I think you are good enough to think of a better way to put this. Also, get rid of "just".

I close the door, but not completely, because we had established the rules before this had begun, let me list them here again as a reminder

This was particularly akward because it appeared as if you were not speaking to her but writing out a list for her - the list was a part of the story.

Done for now. And remember that it was Aussiegirl who told me to be mean.

All joking aside; it's good. A few refinements would make to very good.

I will always accept constructive criticism, thanks for the input.

A quick modifier: In my review of your story I initially stated that the voice bothered me. I was not clear in what I meant and didn't exactly state my true meaning. What I meant was that I don't like present tense writing. If you can manage to pull it off where it doesn't sound like some teenage girl's fantasy you are really scoring well with your writing.

First person narrative is very difficult to pull off, as well. Judging from what I have read of your writing, however, I think you will be able to manage it quite well. Generally speaking, you will be able to pull off a more full story with third person omnicient because it allows you to fill in any emotions and thoughts that might be important to the story.

Rhabbi,

Sorry it has taken me a few days to get to this, I had some computer problems. I agree with H Dean, both that I did say you had potential and in his review of your story. I won't go over it again, as I think you know what needs to be done.

I really do feel you are a good writer and will be a great writer one day. I am happy to send you onto level 3, where I am sure you grow even more in your skills.

Thanks for all of the thought and effort you put into level 2 and the best of luck in level 3.

Aussiegirl

Doesn't it just make ya cry when the kids leave home?

I haven't left, just expanding my presence. By the way, here is my edited story, see what you think.


Leashing: Your Evening as My pet.



I find it hard to believe how nervous I am as I greet you at the door, I wonder how it is that you do not notice. I see the fear in your eyes, and the faith that you have in me, and I am touched. I immediately enter Master space and take your hand as I lead you in.

We sit and talk for a bit, nothing about what is to happen, just trivialities so that you can relax. When I see that you are ready, I lead you to the bedroom so that you can prepare. I can see the excitement and anticipation as we walk down the hall. As you see the collar and leash, you smile in appreciation. I pick them up and hold them so that you can see them better, and then leave you alone to prepare yourself. As I leave with the leash and collar I see you accept that I know what is best. I could almost see you reviewing the rules in your head.

Pet would not use any words once the play began.

Pet would not use hands in any way that would not be appropriate for a cat, and would act as much like a cat as possible. (This was in reference to the card that slave had received from Master, and was much appreciated by Master.)

Pet would wear no makeup.

Pet would not get on the furniture.

Pet would choose the way she would present herself to Master.

Pet would understand that she could terminate play at any time by speaking.

While you were getting ready, I quickly prepared a special place for you. I place a large pet bed from my closet next to my chair, along with a bowl with your name on it, filled with water, and a dish with some treats for you: some chocolates, a few pieces of turkey spam, and an apple that I had diced for you. (Yes, I know that cats are not supposed to eat chocolate, but you are My kitten, and I get to feed you whatever I want.) I then place the leash and collar on the arm of my chair and sit down to wait for you.

It takes you longer than I expect, but I am patient as possible, although desperately tempted to peek. You come crawling out of the bedroom, and my breath catches in my throat. You are wearing a leotard that has only straps to hold it up as it clings deliciously to every curve of your body, just low enough to show me your breasts as they sway back and forth. The skirt is just long enough to leave me wondering if there are snaps between your legs or not, and the long, black tail trailing from beneath it is a wonderful touch. The ears are the crowning touch.

I admire your blush of pleasure as you see my appreciation, and want to leap to my feet. You are a vision of loveliness and raw sex that leaves me wanting to devour you, but I refrain. I sit and watch you crawl about the apartment, exploring the space as a cat. I call to you and you look toward me. I reach down to the plate, take a chocolate, and hold it out to you. You come to me and sniff at the chocolate, eating it daintily from my hand. As you eat from my hand, I confirm that you decided to omit underwear.

“Good kitty.”

I scratched you behind the ears and watched you close your eyes in appreciation. I then took the collar and gathered your hair away from you neck. As I placed the collar around your neck, I felt a rushing in my groin, but that time would come later, if at all.

You bat the collar with your paw, but soon are used to it and settle down. I then clip on the leash and bring it up so that there is only enough play for you to stay by my side. I quietly lead you around the apartment, the kitchen, the bedroom, the living room, and finally the bathroom, where I show you the litter box. As you look at with trepidation, I run my hand from your neck and down your back a few times, and your eyes close in pleasure and as you begin to purr.

I then lead you back to the living room and guide you to your bed; I keep the leash in my hand and settle down to watch a movie, I am not really paying attention to the movie though. You move about on the bed, nuzzling at the blanket to get comfortable, and begin to eat from the dish. I see you glance up at me, wondering if I am watching, and I hope that know it is only a pretense.

You look at the bowl and I wonder what is going through your mind. You move towards it sniff daintily, and somehow sexily, and begin to lap at it. You must be thirstier than I thought because you actually drink a good bit of it. You then settle down so that you can watch me.

I soon drop up the pretense of not paying attention; I see the triumph in your eyes. I reach down to pet you and you nuzzle my hand and purr triumphantly. I find myself regretting one of the rules so I decide to rescind it.

I reach down, unclasp your leash, and stand. I see the confusion in your eyes as I get up and move to the couch. I sit at one end of the couch and turn to look at you.

“Here kitty,” I said patting the couch next to me.

You hesitantly move toward me and sniff at the couch. I reach down and gently pull you up next to me. You curl up and lay with your head in my lap. I smile contentedly and begin to pet you.

The petting soon turns to caresses as I run my hand along your side, back, neck, and hip. You purr loudly and have a smile on your lips. I wonder are you the Cheshire cat, or the cat that swallowed the canary.

You begin kneading your paws into my thighs, and my thoughts quickly turn to sex. I wonder if you are teasing, or just getting into the role. I can’t tell, as you seem to have no interest in the growing evidence of my desire.

I begin petting you, but soon my hand is exploring the delicious curves of your body in a possessive caress. Your purr becomes louder and you settle down quite nicely.

You roll onto your back and I glance down at you, your position is one of perfect submission. You have your arms tucked in by your sides with your hands almost under your chin, allowing me to access anything I please. I continue to caress you, and when the temptation to take your breast into my hand grows to be almost unbearable I reach down and pick up a piece of rope that I had placed in your toy box. Your eyes are closed and I can see the surprise as I let the rope pass gently across your face. You look up and quickly bat the rope, bringing a smile to my lips. I enjoy the triumph in your eyes as you do so.

I grow bored with the rope and toss it to the floor. My surprise comes when you chase it and pounce on it. Wondering at what you are thinking, I watch you grip the rope and curl around it in a delightful imitation of a kitten playing with her favorite toy.

I get onto the floor with you and see you watching me. I grab an end of the rope and try to play with you some more, but you seem to have other ideas in mind. You allow me to pull the rope from you as you crouch, ready to pounce, but you do not react to me moving it back and forth in front of you. "Just like a cat," I think to my self as I stand.

Then you pounce on me, wrapping your arms around my leg. Although I am not expecting it, I am able to maintain my balance.

I look down at you and you look back, is that disappointment I see in your eyes. I reach down to scratch your ears and you again pounce. This time I allow myself to fall off balance and roll around the floor with you. You bite me here and there, and gently push me away with your feet, trying to emulate the disembowelment play of a cat's rear legs.

I quickly tire of this and use my weight and strength to roll you onto your back. I use my weight to pin you to the floor and hold you hands to your chest. At first, you struggle but as soon as you see that I am serious, you stop and look into my eyes.

We remain looking into each other’s eyes and I can see you wondering what I am thinking. You are still a bit tense as you wonder what I want, but soon I can feel you relax.

"Kiss your kitten, Master."

These words tell me all I need to know. I release your hands and take your lips with mine. I savor the experience of our first kiss, gently licking your lips and then taking them between my teeth. My mouth moves down your neck and I grab your leotard near the strap and tear down, exposing your breast to my eyes.

I gently take it in my hand as I bend down to take it in my mouth. I suck your nipple gently and enjoy the way you arch your back to allow me better access.

Your hands reach up to grip my hair and then I know what it is I have to do. I pull your hands away and see the confusion as you look at me. I move back to the couch, sit, and watch as you wonder what is wrong. I smile at you and let you wonder for a moment.

"Get up."

You look at me and immediately stand, I see you wondering what I am going to do know. Am I going to make you leave? Am I going to punish you for going pass what we had discussed? You reach down without thought to straighten your leotard and tuck your breast back.

"Strip."

I see the relief in your eyes as I give the command; finally, this is something that you can understand. Without hesitation, you pull the remaining strap down and quickly bunch the leotard at your feet. When you are finished, I grab your hand and pull you roughly into my lap.

You sit there looking down at the floor and I pull your face around so that you can see my eyes. I want you to know that the connection between us goes beyond the mere physical desire I have for you. I see you relax and allow my hands to explore your body and my mouth to explore yours. As my hand drops to your mons I feel the heat coming from you, and know that you are so close to coming that you must be feeling frustrated.

I reach for the leash, clip it to your collar, and am gratified when you quickly drop to the floor again. I stand to take you into the bedroom and wonder if you might need to stop in the bathroom. As I lead you in that direction, I see you looking at the litter box and then up to me. I knew what I wanted you to do, but decide that I would let you make your own choice, at least for now.

Smiling as you position yourself over the box, I wet a cloth in the sink to wipe you off afterwards. After I wiped you down you start to drop back you your hands and knees, but I have another idea. I pull up on the leash so that you remain in the squat, drop the cloth, and quickly insert two fingers inside you. You gasp but say nothing, and I quickly probe for your G-spot. When I find it allow my thumb to close on your clit. I roughly bring you to the orgasm that you had been teasing me with all night, and when you come, I hold you in position as you shudder, using only the leash and my hand inside of you to support you.

After you are finish, I push the box out of the way and let you collapse on the floor. My desire is to take you in my arms, but I hold it in check so that you can understand that you are more, and less, than my lover, you are my slave. I reach into the medicine cabinet for a little surprise that I had placed there earlier, a tail that I carefully matched to your hair color, attached to a small but plug. I take a liberal amount of KY Jelly on my finger and insert it into your ass. You gasp slightly, but are still in the afterglow. I withdraw my finger and place the pug at your opening, and gently push. You do notice this, but just brace yourself and let me proceed; you honor me with your trust.

Then I take the leash and lead you into the bedroom. I can see that you are a bit unsteady and think that it is a good thing that you are crawling instead of trying to walk. When we enter the bedroom, I drop the leash and quickly unbutton my shirt. I look down at you and see you looking up at me eagerly as I reach for my belt. Your eyes, glued to my hands, watch as I undue my belt and I can see the desire as you wait for the first real glimpse of my cock.

"Close your eyes." The command catches you off guard and I can see the disappointment in your eyes as you look at me, but you obey. I quickly strip off my pants and sit on the bed. I reach down and position you in front of me, you comply eagerly and I wonder what is going through your head.

"Open your eyes," I say as I pull your head between my legs.

Sorry to say the next part will be written by Mishka, but maybe she will post it herself.